You know how they say that goldfish have three-minute memories?  I kind of feel like I have developed the attention span of a goldfish.  I’ll knit a row or two, and then get completely bored and start looking around for something else to do.

It’s very frustrating.

Usually, give me my knitting, a cup of tea and Netflix on the TV, and I’m a happy camper for a good couple hours.  But not this week.  Maybe I’ve had too much caffeine.  Or not enough.  Maybe the planets are out of alignment.  Or a spell cast by an evil sorceress.  Or maybe it’s just the result of the wicked cold I’ve been fighting off the last two weeks.

Whatever it is.  I don’t like it.

Do you have any tips on how to fight my goldfishitude (which is totally a word)?  What do you do when you feel like this?